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could stay like this for hours,” he said as he nibbled at her neck and shoulder.
    “Mmm, I could, too. But I should go home before I fall asleep.”
    “I thought I might be able to tempt you not to fall asleep just yet. And, if I can’t, convince you that you don’t have to go home to fall asleep.”
    “You want me to stay?” She turned and looked at him, a surprised expression on her face.
    “Of course, if you want to. I’ve only just begun to learn what I want to know about you.” He pressed the beginning of another erection against her and skimmed his hand over her hip and thigh as he spoke. “And I make a very nice breakfast.”
    “Oh, well, if breakfast’s on offer … ” she said before drawing his face close to hers and kissing him.
    • • •
    Cynthia never needed an alarm clock to wake up, her body clock worked just fine. And the next morning was no different. She woke at her usual early hour, disoriented for a few seconds until the smell of Marius’s aftershave mixed with the smell of clean sheets and sex reminded her where she was, what she’d been doing and with whom she’d been doing it.
    He was still sleeping, his back to her. Stretching in the glow of an amazing night with a gorgeous man, she decided coffee in bed with him sounded like a good idea so she slipped out from under the sheet to go to his kitchen.
    The clothes question arose immediately. There were too many glass walls in his house for her to wander around naked. But she didn’t think she wanted to get dressed in her skirt and blouse quite yet — the skirt and blouse which were still in a heap on the floor where they’d been all night. She picked them up and hung them on the back of a chair hoping some of the wrinkles would disappear before she left. In the same pile was the shirt Marius had worn. She put that on and, in her bare feet, padded quietly out the door and up the stairs to the kitchen.
    Where she found a piece of equipment she’d paid little attention to when Marius had made coffee. It was huge. Artfully made, with what she assumed were coffee trees embossed on shiny copper and silvery steel, it had more dials and gauges than the control panel of the space shuttle. She touched several of them trying to figure out where to start to get the coffee going.
    “Is coffee what drove you from my bed at this ungodly hour? I should hire you. You are more obsessed with our product than anyone in my family.” Marius was yawning between sentences, wearing only jeans and an overnight growth of dark stubble. And he was magnificent. Dear God, he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. He made her mouth dry just looking at him.
    “I was going to make some and bring it downstairs for you, but I don’t have the engineering degree I need to make your coffee maker work.”
    He laughed. “Let me. Then we can both go back to bed.” He yawned again. “Sorry. I’m not much of a morning person.” His eyes did a quick scan of her body as he fiddled with a container of coffee beans and his machine. “But even in my half-awake state, I can see how beautiful you are in the morning. And you do things for that shirt I doubt the maker ever thought of. Rather than work for my company, you should model for the shirt maker. They’d sell a hell of a lot of product.”
    “Thank you. You’re very kind,” she said, before she realized how stupidly formal it sounded. It shouldn’t have been awkward, not after the night they’d had, not after multiple orgasms and several rounds of the best sex she’d ever had, but it was. She felt like a kid caught sneaking around someone else’s house. She was in his kitchen, wearing his shirt, playing with his coffee machine. Lusting after his body.
    Looking around for a distraction, she saw what looked like nautical charts spread out on the small breakfast room table. She wandered over to the table. “I didn’t notice these last night.”
    “No? Well, we were busy with other things.” The wicked